BOTTOM LINE
Hive, the bees are busy with you, and alive, buzzing, etc.
Assailant, I’ve eclipsed you, preferring isolation instead,
Swords are left stuck in stones, I have too much sugar,
Hoarding all that I do not need, to store and to get rid of
Unwarranted, inexcusable attention?
Not to be seen,
References left on some untouched shelf of a library; no
Arson should continue in effectual burning, effectual for
Him or her, but even if carried out for another, it wasn’t
Arterial. The fire could stop traffic;
the fire could shock;
Torrential downpours could put it out, but the arsonist
Arraigned would be, for such destruction of property is
Coercion; one person cannot live in a place and be kept;
Hobbies can bring us people, what is there without you?
Torrent of blood on the operation table, the surgeons’
Oomph, they must care for life to the nth degree more
Nests to protect, when life is so hated or despised by
A sicker and downhearted people or race, so thrive…